Tonight's Poet Corner: Oral Oddities
Oral Oddities
by Belinda Roddie
Look at me! I collect teeth!
I was a dentist once, you see.
I pulled out molars with utter glee
and kept them in a jar meant for cookies.
I like the canines and incisors the best,
arranging them so I don't make a mess.
I shine a light behind the glass
so it glows at night like pearly brass.
My mother is afraid of me,
and my dad, to forget, drinks heavily.
But I don't mind being considered eerie;
I'll always collect every skeleton's teeth.
by Belinda Roddie
Look at me! I collect teeth!
I was a dentist once, you see.
I pulled out molars with utter glee
and kept them in a jar meant for cookies.
I like the canines and incisors the best,
arranging them so I don't make a mess.
I shine a light behind the glass
so it glows at night like pearly brass.
My mother is afraid of me,
and my dad, to forget, drinks heavily.
But I don't mind being considered eerie;
I'll always collect every skeleton's teeth.
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